Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

You can do whatever you want with money.

Even in the magic world, as long as the society is stable, this sentence can be established.

Like Draco Malfoy.

Last year, because Harry showed extraordinary Quidditch talent in the flying class, Professor McGonagall recruited him into the Gryffindor team, becoming the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts for a hundred years.

This made Malfoy, who had not gained Harry's friendship on the train that had just arrived at Hogwarts, be completely jealous.

So in the second year, Malfoy, who felt that his Quidditch skills were not good enough to join the Slytherin team, begged his father to activate the "money ability".

Donated seven new brooms to the Slytherin team on a personal note, allowing Snape to take Malfoy to the team's Seeker spot.

The smug Malfoy would of course find time to show off in front of Harry.

This morning was the perfect time.

It's just that his bragging didn't work very well.

Harry's friend, the girl from a Muggle family, Hermione, pointedly pointed out that Malfoy's entry into the Quidditch team depended on his father's wealth, not his own strength.

This made him unable to resist scolding the extremely ugly word.

"Nobody asked you, you smelly little Mudblood!"

Immediately, the expressions of all the people around who knew the meaning of the word changed.

Ron couldn't help it on the spot, and angrily pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

However, he forgot that his wand was broken, and instead of hitting Malfoy, the spell affected him and became a laughing stock on the field.

When Malfoy scolded Hermione, Sherlock quietly came behind the group of students.

Seeing that Ron was hit by his own spell, he came in from behind the crowd.

"Excellent snot spell Weasley, I'd give Gryffindor five points if you used it in my class."

Sherlock's indifferent voice suddenly silenced everyone on the field.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his wand and used an advanced universal release spell on Ron, saving him from the dilemma of constantly vomiting slugs.

Then he turned his gaze to Malfoy.

To be honest, he knew that the child's nature was not very bad, but the wrong family education made him a typical bear child.

Unfortunately, Sherlock hated the bear children the most.

"Twenty points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, you'll have to clean all the boys' toilets in the castle in the next week, and Professor Snape will know about it, and I'll tell him personally at dinner tonight. ."

Sherlock's voice was cold, and his eyes seemed to be able to freeze people into ice.

Malfoy just glanced at him before subconsciously moving his eyes elsewhere.

He looked very aggrieved, but he couldn't do anything about Sherlock, so he could only leave the Quidditch field with a gloomy face and the Slytherin team.

Sherlock was not a native wizard in the wizarding world, and he didn't quite understand how the word "mudblood" in wizards hurt those wizards from Muggle families.

But he knew that the meaning of Malfoy's words to Hermione was the same as the discriminatory meaning of the bus aunt with the sky-striped saying "The stinky foreigner is coming for dinner".

As hateful as that aunt was, so was Malfoy's behavior now.

Harry and the others were naturally cheering for the "justice" after Sherlock appeared.

Ron blushed, and he was still immersed in Sherlock's praise for him, stammering thanks.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

Sherlock only left them a cold and handsome back.

"The weather is good today, I wish you a good time at the stadium."

The girls of the Gryffindor team watched him leave with fascination.

"If only I could marry Professor Forrest when I graduate," the hitter Arya muttered.

Chaser Angelina laughed.

"You're only in the fourth grade and you're thinking about these things. Even if there is a chance to marry Professor Forrest, it's me who will do it first. After all, I'll be graduating next year!"

"Hmph, you won't see Professor Forrest when you graduate, but I can see him in school every day!"

They were at odds over who had a better chance of getting Sherlock, and Captain Wood just wanted to hurry up and train. He couldn't wait to win this year's Quidditch Championship.

However, just as they were about to get on their broomsticks and return to the sky above the stadium, dark clouds suddenly shrouded the otherwise clear sky.

A dazzling lightning flashed over Harry and the others, and then the big raindrops fell down, soaking their robes, and also soaking up the ball practice mood they had just woken up.

Wood is howling to the sky, complaining about the strange weather.

Harry wiped the rain off his face and muttered to himself.

"Professor Forrest wished us a good time just now."

......

The on-court conflict was just a small episode for Sherlock today.

He passed through Hogwarts Castle from the Quidditch pitch, and was about to leave the main entrance to Hogsmeade when it suddenly rained heavily.

For the unpredictable weather in England, he has not yet gotten used to it.

Fortunately, the convenience of magic can be reflected in all aspects of life.

Sherlock found an old broom from the utility room on the first floor, turned it into a wide umbrella with his wand, and used a waterproof and moisture-proof spell on his robe.

Holding up the big umbrella, he walked slowly into the rain screen.

The summer rain will make the air fresher and the temperature more suitable, which is very suitable for going out with an umbrella.

The road to Hogsmeade was familiar to him, though it was his first time.

Naturally, the credit goes to the Marauder's Map that was confiscated from the Weasley twins.

That map was so useful, Sherlock had to admire the ingenious ideas and creativity of the people who made it.

Due to the lack of time for the senior student Hogsmeade Week and the sudden heavy rain, there were not many pedestrians in this wizarding town.

Going straight along the main road, Sherlock easily found the three broom bars that Professor McGonagall said.

He pushed open the front door of the bar, and a warm and sweet smell came out from inside.

Under the soft orange light, wizards in twos and threes sat at the small round table drinking and chatting. After Sherlock entered the door, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Here, Sherlock."